GALLERY & ARCHIVED IMAGES
For me, the uniqueness of an experience has always been registered as a visual image. As time passes, the less important parts may fade, but the essence of the experience for me is always captured as a visual.
In 1986 I had the overwhelming experience of viewing the pottery at the Vatican, the Athens Museum, and the Herakleion Museum, on the Island of Crete. I saw hundreds upon thousands of amphora in their magnificent splendor. I saw the playful and imaginative Minoan transformation of common utilitarian objects to unique forms embellished by images of nature. However, the image that burned most vividly in my mind’s eye was that of a chard.
While walking through the ruins of the Palace of Knosses, I noticed at the edge of a pile of rubble a small broken piece of pottery lying half embedded in the soil. I gently retrieved the chard and found brush strokes of slip on the surface. With closer examination, the other side revealed a fingerprint. It was a fingerprint as clear as it could be, left by the finger of the potter during the process of forming.
When recalling the time I spent in Europe, the entire experience was encapsulated when I touched what had been touched before.
In 1986 I had the overwhelming experience of viewing the pottery at the Vatican, the Athens Museum, and the Herakleion Museum, on the Island of Crete. I saw hundreds upon thousands of amphora in their magnificent splendor. I saw the playful and imaginative Minoan transformation of common utilitarian objects to unique forms embellished by images of nature. However, the image that burned most vividly in my mind’s eye was that of a chard.
While walking through the ruins of the Palace of Knosses, I noticed at the edge of a pile of rubble a small broken piece of pottery lying half embedded in the soil. I gently retrieved the chard and found brush strokes of slip on the surface. With closer examination, the other side revealed a fingerprint. It was a fingerprint as clear as it could be, left by the finger of the potter during the process of forming.
When recalling the time I spent in Europe, the entire experience was encapsulated when I touched what had been touched before.
